Scarhead (A Drarry Fic)

Chapter Thirteen-Caught, Two Times.

Harry didn't know what to do. He felt extreme contentment towards Snape, why does he care if it's dangerous or not? He broke into a run. He needed to talk to Malfoy but he didn't know how he was going to tell him what had happened. He didn't know how he was going to explain. He thought it through on his way to the tower but he was too emotionally distraught to think. He pushed up the staircase, sobbing. He had tried so hard not to cry he didn't like the feeling of weakness, and crying was a sign of weakness to him.

He burst through the door, Draco looked up frightened at his appearance and got to his feet immediately Harry ran to him and flung his arms around him, crying into his perfectly un-creased shirt. Draco held him tight and drew circle along his back with the ends of his fingers. "I thought you had detention with Snape, what happened?" He pulled away and looked at Harry his gray eyes with a compassion that Harry had never seen before. "Harry, please answer me."

Harry stuttered a bit but got the words out, "Snape found out...he knows." He didn't know how Draco would react, he half expected him to push him away and end it himself but he didn't. He pulled Harry's' sobbing figure into his own and held him there.

"What is he going to do, Harry?"

"He said he wouldn't tell your father unless it continued," Harry explained. "I'm so sorry. I broke my promise... he was just looking through my memories and saw us and I am so sorry, please forgive me."

"Looking through your memories? Harry?" He kissed the top of his head, "of course I'll forgive you. It's not like you had a choice."

Harry smiled, "Thank you, but we can't continue, or he'll tell your father."

Draco laughed, "End it? Harry, it just started. We'll just have to make him believe that we ended it. We'll just come into class looking depressed, and avoid each other's eyes-"

"Thank you," Harry said wiping away the tears on his cheeks. "Sorry, you had to see that. You probably think I'm pathetic."

"Nothing you could ever do would make me think that about you, Harry. "

Not exactly sure if he had heard him correctly, Harry tore away from his embrace, this was not the Draco that he had known.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you just say that?"

"What did you want me to say 'it's okay, I thought you were pathetic before, this changed nothing really'".

Harry laughed, " that would have brought more solace." Draco rolled his eyes.

"You're an ugly crier though, so please don't do that again."

"And there's the Draco that I know."

The boys laughed and took a few steps back, giving each other more space. "Good night, Draco. I'm glad you understood."

"Good night, Harry."

Harry hesitated towards the door. Looking back at Draco several times before reaching the door. "Just do it, Harry."

"What, leave? Are you that eager to get out of my presence?"

"No, kiss me. I saw those looks that you gave me. Are you scared?" Draco stepped towards him.

"No, I am not scared. Harry Potter doesn't get scared." He said cockily, moving his eyebrows up and down.

"Right, Harry Potter doesn't get scared, I forgot."

Harry strode towards him and pulled his face down to his, feeling his soft chin. "Are you scared?" He asked.

"Never" Draco responded. At that Harry placed his lips on Dracos. It was a good seven seconds before Harry broke away with a mighty smile on his face. Draco felt the same. "Good night, scarhead." Draco told him as he left the tower. He had not brought his cloak with him so he tried his best to be stealthy but ended up not paying attention to anything other than his thoughts of Draco.